There was a place called Pimaggol. Living in the same way as modern Korea, during the military government, young people from the old town went to Haejang, and before they moved to their seats, they were responsible for the dismissal of office workers in Jongno who had a drink after work.
I moved my seat and it's still open, but the old atmosphere has disappeared into the desolate concrete building.
Even though the seat is gone, the taste is still there.
The pot that used to boil the broth that was used in the past
Maybe it's because I brought it.
Like the oldest Haejang Gukjang restaurant in Seoul, it has a warmth that comforts tired minds and bodies because the soup isn't rich. Even if it contains condiments, there is a sense of worry in the soup that will drift away from your memories.
It's not a thick soup, it's transparent, but
It is a broth of “Oeyu Naegang†that goes beyond richness.
The inside of the soup is filled with large chunks of fresh and peripheral “blood†flavor that has not been boiled for a long time, and the entrails are not boring, so it doesn't hurt your heart.
So much so that no further drilling is needed
It's a 'real' Haejang soup with no frills.
There is a faction that says that seonji is good, bean sprouts are good, and warm soup is good, but since everything is included, there's no need to argue about the Haejang menu, so it's a good menu to eat haejang soup the day after drinking.
I ate a sweet soup from a pile of gray buildings
Why do we become fond of it?
Han Joo-pyeong: The subtlety steeped in history.
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